That Old Black Magic Sam the Sham and the Pharaohs

That old black magic has me in its spell

That old black magic that you weave so well

Those icy fingers up and down my spine

The same old witchcraft when your eyes meet mine

The same old tingle that I feel inside

Then the elevator starts its ride

Down and down I go

Round and round I go

Like a leaf caught in the tide

I should stay away but what can I do?

I hear that name, and I'm aflame

Aflame with such a burning desire

And only your kiss, kiss, kiss can put out the fire

You're the lover I've been waiting for

The mate that fate had mе created for

And evеry time your lips meet mine

Darling, down and down I go

Round and round I go

In a spin, loving the spin that I'm in

Under that old black magic called love